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The notion pleased her.
“But sadly for you, you were born to be a duchess, so I must ask you to stand over there.”
Anne blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, I do apologize. Stand over there, against that wall—Your Grace.”
On unsteady legs, Anne walked to the wall and gasped as Letty gently pushed her flat against it.
It was cold against her back, and she had a sudden memory of reviewing swatches in Letty’s workroom. If only she could have imagined at the time that such a moment could have an impact now, because tonight she felt alive solely to experience the texture of the rug thick and silky beneath her feet, and the smooth matte wallpaper beneath her palms.
Letty knelt before her, a mischievous smile on her full lips. “Some of us are born to rule, and others of us”—she brushed a kiss against Anne’s thigh, as hot as a flame—“well, we were meant to serve.”
She licked the spot where she had kissed. “And I am very good at serving.”
Letty leaned in and inhaled her, and Anne didn’t think she had experienced anything so intimate in her life. She exhaled as Letty’s mouth found her center. At first, she was gentle, her lips caressing her quim and her tongue darting out for a taste. Then she moved her tongue faster and harder in forceful strokes, and Anne’s legs trembled so hard that she felt in danger of falling. Letty held one hand firmly on her thigh to steady her. She moved her other hand up until she touched her heat, sliding a finger inside as her mouth worked on her. The pressure of a second finger undid her, Letty’s tongue sliding over her nub until Anne cried out, grasping Letty’s head, working her fingers through her braids and angling her hips to press herself hard against her mouth until the last wave of pleasure rocketed through her like a falling star.
She slipped an inch down the wall as her legs buckled. Letty rose in one quick movement and wound her arm around her waist to support her and guided her over to the bed where she drew her down and pressed a kiss to her lips.
Anne propped herself up on an elbow. “I fear you are not dressed for the occasion.”
Letty laughed. “Am I in danger of being shown out the door by the butler? I am grateful that it’s an easily remedied problem.”
She pulled her cravat away from her neck and began to unfasten her dress. Anne made a move to help her, but Letty stilled her with a hand.
“I am well accustomed to undressing myself and consider myself lucky enough to be doing it in front of such a charming companion.”
Where Letty had taken her time disrobing Anne, her fingers flew over her own clothes. She disrobed in no more time than it took to blink. The fire behind her cast dramatic shadows that flickered across her body, both highlighting and hiding the curves of her luxurious body.
“You are beautiful,” she said, gazing at her large breasts and full hips and soft belly.
“I’ve always thought so,” Letty agreed cheerfully.
Anne laughed. “I thought one was meant to be modest in the face of a compliment.”
“I see rather more than your face right now, so I thought I should respond with my full opinion of myself instead of a dainty untruth.”
“For all that we are speaking of rank tonight, you are the one with the confidence of a queen.”
She joined Anne on the bed for another kiss.
“Wait,” Anne murmured, pulling away. “Your hair. I want to see it down.”
“Anything my duchess desires,” she said and sat up to unpin the braids from the crown of her head. She worked her fingers through the braids to loosen them, until her thick brown hair with its streaks of silver was cascading over her shoulders down to her waist.
“You have lovely hair,” she said.
“I am partial to it,” she said and grinned. “There, was that modest enough for you?”
Anne took her face in her hands and kissed her, then kissed her cheek and scattered a dozen down her throat and across her shoulder. For a moment, she pressed her face between her lush breasts then kissed them each thoroughly, examining them with lips and tongue and the barest scrape of her teeth. She cupped one breast and strokedher thumb across her nipple, and moved her mouth to lick and tease her other nipple.
Letty made a sound that Anne quite liked, somewhere between a groan and a gasp, and it encouraged her to move her hand down between her legs to find a most welcome warmth, her center slick with desire. She found a rhythm that had Letty sucking in a breath and bucking beneath her, then slid her finger inside and found the angle that made her moan her name. She pressed her thumb against her most sensitive spot as her fingers moved inside, and Letty cried out and went limp beneath her.
“Now I know all your secrets,” Anne said.
Letty kissed her and gathered her tight against her. “Not even close. We have plenty more discovering to do yet.” She drew away and got out of the bed. “But not tonight, I’m afraid. I think I have stayed late enough for tongues to wag, so I should call the carriage to take me home.”
Anne sat up. “Wait. I thought perhaps you might stay the night?”
